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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Skaos,
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.