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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Magma,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.