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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.