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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.