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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.