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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Ronan,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.