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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
cv313,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Audionom,
Television,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.