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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.