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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Index,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.