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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Organ,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.