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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.