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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.