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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.