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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.