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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.