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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.