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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Nas,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.