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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Index,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.