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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.