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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.