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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Echospace,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.