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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.