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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.