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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.