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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.