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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.