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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.