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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.