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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.