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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.