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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.