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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.