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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.