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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.