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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.