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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.