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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.