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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.