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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.