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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cure to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.