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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.