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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.