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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Move,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.