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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.