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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.