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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.