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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
JFA,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.