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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Cure,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.