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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.