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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.