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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.