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 Chad and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.