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 Yemen and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.