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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.