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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.