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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.