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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.