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 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.