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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
DNA,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.