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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.