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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.