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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.