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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The Doors,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.