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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.