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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
cv313,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
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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.