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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.