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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.