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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.