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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.