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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.