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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.