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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Nas,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.