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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.