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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tommy Roe 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.