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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.