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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Happenings 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.