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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Magma,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.