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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.