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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.