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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.