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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.