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 New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.