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 Thailand and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.