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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.