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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.