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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Japan,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.