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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Crime,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.