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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.