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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.