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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
the Association,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.