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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.