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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.