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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s 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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
June of 44,
Technova,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
UT,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.