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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.