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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.