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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.