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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.