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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.