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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Monks,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.