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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.