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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
cv313,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.