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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.