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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.