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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.