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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.