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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.