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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.