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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.