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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.