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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
June of 44,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
PIL,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.