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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.