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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.