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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.