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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.