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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
MDC,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.