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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.