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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Technova,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
JFA,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.