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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.