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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.