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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.