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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
DNA,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.