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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.