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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.