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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.