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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mummies 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.