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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.