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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.