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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.