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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.