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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Subhumans 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.