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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.