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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.