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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.