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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Residents to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.