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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.