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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.