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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Sonics,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.