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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.