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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Suicide,
PIL,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.