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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.