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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.