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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.