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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.