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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.