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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.