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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.