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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.