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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.