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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.