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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.