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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.