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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.