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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.