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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.