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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.