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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Ronan,
The Evens,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.