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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.