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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.