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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.