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 Jordan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.