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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.