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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.