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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.