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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Crime,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.