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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Organ,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.