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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.