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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.