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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.