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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.