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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.