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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.