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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.