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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.