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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.