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 Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.