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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.