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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.