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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Swans,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.