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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.