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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Pole,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.