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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.