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 Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.