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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.