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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.