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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.