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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.