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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.