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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.