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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Brick,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.