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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.