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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.