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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.