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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.