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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.