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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.