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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.