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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Slits,
X-101,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.