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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.