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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
The Associates,
the Slits,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.