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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.