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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.