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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.