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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.