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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
The United States of America,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.