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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
JFA,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Franke,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.