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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.