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 China and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.