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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.