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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.