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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.