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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.