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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Standells to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.