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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.