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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.