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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.