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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.