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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.