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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
ABC,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.