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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.