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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.