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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.