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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.