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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.