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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Darondo,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.