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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.