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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.