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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.