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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.