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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.