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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.