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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.