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 Equatorial Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Brick,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.