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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.