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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.