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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.