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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.