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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.