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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.