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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.