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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.