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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.