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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Smog,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.