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 Bolivia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.