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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Gong 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Magazine,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.