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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Slave,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.