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 Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s 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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.