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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.