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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.