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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.