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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.