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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Nico,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.