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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.