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 Portugal and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.