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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.