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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.