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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.