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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.