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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monks 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Jandek,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.