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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Crime,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.