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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Magma,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Gong,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.