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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
The Wake,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.