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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.