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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.