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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.