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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.