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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.