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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.