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 Benin 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.