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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.