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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.