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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.