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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.