Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.