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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.