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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.