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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.