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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
JFA,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.