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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.