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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.