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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.