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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.