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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.