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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Ten City,
The Index,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.