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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.