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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.