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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.