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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Visage,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.