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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.