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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.