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 Moldova 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.