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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.