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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.