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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.