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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.