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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.