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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.