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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.