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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.