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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.