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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Pole,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.