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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Swans,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Wire,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.