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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
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.