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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.