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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.