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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.