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 Tonga 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.