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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.