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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.