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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.