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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.