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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.