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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Wire,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.