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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.