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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Franke,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.