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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.