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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
The Remains,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.