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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.