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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.