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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Gong,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.