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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.