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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.