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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.