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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.