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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.