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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.