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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Liliput,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.