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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.