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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Index,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Can,
Second Layer,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.