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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.