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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Seoul and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.