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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.