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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Television 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.