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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Move,
Section 25,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.