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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.