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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.