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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.