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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.