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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
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.