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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.