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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.