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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.