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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.