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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Chrome,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.