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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Franke,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.