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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.