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 Sierra Leone 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.