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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Little Man,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.