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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.