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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.