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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.