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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.