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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.