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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.