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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.