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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.