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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.