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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.