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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.