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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
June of 44,
AZ,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.