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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.