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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.