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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.