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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.