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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.