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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
John Holt,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.