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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
a-ha,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.