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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.