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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.