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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.