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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.