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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.