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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.