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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.