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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.