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 Syria 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.