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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.