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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.