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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.