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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.