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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.