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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.