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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.