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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.