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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.