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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Q65,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.