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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.