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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.