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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Can,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.