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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.