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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.