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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.