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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.