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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.