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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
New Order,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.