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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.