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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.