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 India and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Crime,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.