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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.