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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.