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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.