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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.