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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.