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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.