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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.