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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls 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?
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.