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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.