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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.