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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.