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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.