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 Moldova and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.