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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Litter,
The Names,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.