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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.