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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.