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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Names,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.