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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Television,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.