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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.