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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.