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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.