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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.