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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gong,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Cure,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.