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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.