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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.