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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.