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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.