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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.