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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Can,
Q65,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.