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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
UT,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Ituana,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.