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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.