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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
New Order,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.