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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.