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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Can,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.