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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.