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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.