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 Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.