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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.