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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lyres,
AZ,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.