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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.