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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.