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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.