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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.