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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Mars,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.