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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Scientists,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.