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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.