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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.