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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.