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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.