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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.