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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.