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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Gong,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.