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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Holt. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.