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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Index,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.