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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.