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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Wings,
Fear,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
ABC,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.