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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.