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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.