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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Technova,
Japan,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Slave,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.