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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.