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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Kas Product,
MDC,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.