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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.