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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.