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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.