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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.