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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.