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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.