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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Slave,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.