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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.