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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Swans to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Q65,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.