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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
The Move,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.