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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.