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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.