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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.