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 Peru 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.