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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.