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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.