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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.