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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.