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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.