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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Make Up,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Quantec,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Index,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.