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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.