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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.