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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.