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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.