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 New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.