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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Visage,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.