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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.