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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Names to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.