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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.