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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Swans,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.