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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.