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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.