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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Misunderstood 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.