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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Names,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
the Slits,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.