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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.