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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.