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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.