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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Kayak,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Urselle,
MC5,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.