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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.