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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.