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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Organ,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.