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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.