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 China and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Mars,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.