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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
UT,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.