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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.