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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.