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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.