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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.