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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.