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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
The Fall,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.