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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
ABBA,
The Slits,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.