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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.