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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Scion,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.