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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.